you were pronounced dead at 12.07 in the morning. . .
you glanced at me and let go. . .
you stopped breathing.
the dimly lit room was your last ...
the sounds of your breath getting softer and softer. . .then not at all . . .
i closed your eyes, and shed tears.
i walked out of the room and all i could say was . . .
i think it would be best if you call
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You sure are one hell of a beautiful woman, you know that? You, my friend, rock!
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that means a lot.
you rock as well . . .
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